I think one of the beautiful things about death is how revelatory it is of the deep love exchanged between two people. When the love no longer has a physical container, it alchemizes. It unveils itself in quiet, reflective moments, in the kindness and empathy of strangers. It guides you to understand things you couldn’t have known otherwise, because the container held it in. It reintroduces itself to you a hundred times over, and it always will.